It is amazing how many expectations we set for ourselves based on past experience. Our minds seem to automatically assume that things will be as they once were, and yet this is almost never the case. January 2017, I had an incredible month. I woke up early each day, feeling inspired and upbeat, curious about trying my hand at new skills (literally- I dove in calligraphy for a brief period). I was excited and motivated to write, create, move and leap into the new year with radiance and maybe some jazz hands.Read More
Due to the fact that in just several hours I will be hopping on a plane, beginning to make my way back to Minnesota for the holidays, I am going to keep today's post a bit shorter, but still nice and sweet.
Let's talk about books and cake.
There is something about this season that gives me the strong urge to keep a book nestled on my lap, a mug of coffee in hand and a slice of something sugar-laced and delicious balanced on the couch cushion nearby.Read More
I know myself to be someone who has a limited capacity of external energy to use up in a day. For this reason, I always try to be cautious and aware of how I spend it and if it is being wasted. I have already mentioned how Ramadan helps to deepen that sense of mindfully going about your day- in terms of food and time, and about our breath, but it also makes me see more clearly where energy flows throughout the day and how it can be reigned in or exerted softly in order to preserve it before the next sunset recharge.Read More
I am not sure if it is specific to this city, but something strange has been in the air these days. I feel myself slowing down, losing momentum, getting a bit stuck. My friend and I have a joke that if anything whatsoever is wrong, blame the Tangier weather. Despite the pouring rain, rolling clouds and blustery winds, each morning I try to fill my insides with positivity in any form that can be consumed to counter the weird moods.Read More
A funny thing has happened in the past year and a half. Every time I relay to someone that I am flying back to Minneapolis, I say without hesitation “I am going home for the holidays” and yet when I then say how long my trip is, I conclude with “I am flying home at the end of the month.” I suppose learning to call two places home is part of growing into full adulthood, but there is something curious about it when the two places are so vastly different.Read More